Hooligans

As Nate and I were nearing home this morning after our "seriously-Baby H-come-out-now" walk, one of our neighbors was fiercely inspecting his car and was very eager to share that his car had been (and I quote): Hit by Tweens.

Apparently, in the wee hours of the morning a bunch of tween girls thought it would be funny to put ketchup, mustard, syrup, etc on car handles and windsheilds of cars parked on the street. Apparently they didn't realize  that while 5AM is "totally late" for them, adults are actually up at this time.

I had a flash back of my Dad dealing with infamous egging incidents at our house growing up, as this neighbor of mine was saying how he is pressing charges and calling the cops. As we walked away, the cops were bringing these girls to the cars where they had to wash everything off and our neighbor yells at them (in front of the cop): "You can start with this one because my wife needs to get to work"

Nate and I laughed about this incident but both said if our kids ever did something like this shit would 'hit the fan.' But what does that even mean? Nate's approach is shame and embarassment (which should lead to many interesting discipline stories in our future--stay tuned) and all I could picture is me literally blowing steam out of my ears and being paralyzed with anger.

This was actually a perfect way for me to start my first official day past my due date. Because quite honestly teenagers are scary. Because they do stupid stuff like mustard people's door handles. And all of the sudden Baby H's rib-kicking violations don't seem so bad.
And the sooner Baby H comes out, the sooner it is likely to turn into a hooligan.